"We're not blowing up the bar, Reno." Pausing for a moment to take a drink, Rude added "Or killing anyone. Life-threatening injuries are also out, which means no getting any." It was best to get the rules down first, even if Reno was likely to complain about them. Every game had rules, even the games that happened to be a bit more... violent than others. These were rules that Rude did not like broken, though he would if it was necessary. 'Just because', Reno's favorite excuse, wouldn't cut it.

Grunting to himself at Reno's blatantly obvious flirtation with the barmaid (though he checked her out behind his sunglasses himself), Rude placed an order for another drink while she was still at the table before allowing her to walk off. He would have to remember to tip her generously.

Finishing off his first drink, the bald man shrugged. "You could always suggest that they have been doing odd things with chocobos." Rude was fairly certain Reno would figure out some way to get the fight started; he did without meaning to, so actually going out with the intention should be fairly easy.